I held the sky in my small hands,
Ripples of water and light fell upon the wrinkles and creases of my skin,
And the universe fell from my fingertips in droplets,
Water rushed over my paper skin soaking it with life.
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Golden days
Poetry"She was free in her wildness, she was a wanderess, a drop of free water, she belonged to no man and to no city." -------------------------------------------- Let me show you the beauty in the world, Let me show you the stars in your veins, Let me...
